The Empty Bed


It was a small fight
just some petty argument

The monster inside me
boiled down
to the point where
I said hurtful things

I walked out of the house
but he didn’t follow me
unlike all the other
fights that we had
where he always stops me
from walking away
because he can’t live without me

I spent the night at a friend’s house
and I decided not to talk to him
for a while
to clear my mind, to think
about why I was in raged again
and how the fight started

But instead, my heart was mended
by the happy
memories that kept on flashing
in my head over and over
I know
I can’t live without him, too

The next morning, I slowly
opened the door
to keep him from waking up
I will surprise him in bed
with kisses and a sorry

But he’s not there anymore
The bed was empty
so was his closet
© Pancake Bunnykins

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At the Stroke of Midnight


A masquerade
A dance
Lonely people hiding
behind silly masks
pretending to enjoy
the evening

You walked to the corner
of where my unwanted soul
had taken refuge
and asked me to dance

I got wonderstruck
by the sparkle in your eyes
You lead me to the dancefloor
my hand in yours
and carried me through the rhythm
my heart with yours

At the stroke of midnight
you kissed me on my lips
I closed my eyes
and got lost in the magic

When I opened them back
you were there no more
© Pancake Bunnykins

Daily Prompt: Stroke of Midnight

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The One

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Are you sleepy, honey?” He asked while looking at my weary eyes.

Yes.” I immediately answered with a yawn.

Are you cold? I will get your blanket.” He stood up and took my freshly washed blanket hanging outside the house.

Please bring my flower crown, too.” I asked. “It’s inside the bedroom.

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Music Box

Being with you is like listening to a music box,
every melody takes me to a place more farther than dreams
-to a black hole where we are one,
one in body and one in soul.

© Pancake Bunnykins

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Your Love

Your love is like the warmth of the fireplace on winter,
it takes away the chills and coldness I feel inside,
it gives me serenity and the feeling of home.

Your love is like the new-fallen snow under the half-weaven moon,
it makes my world sparkle and more beautiful,
it’s like a present I never expected to find under a tree.

Your love gives me the excitement and happiness
of a child waking up on Christmas morning,
it’s priceless.

©Pancake Bunnykins

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The Guitar Man

I heard about his passion for music. How the notes dance as he strums that guitar.

I am curious about what he feels when he is in the rhythm. Does the lyrics influence him in any way? I can see how the demons control him every time he lays a finger on those strings.
Ah! Those magical strings that create a bewitching sound, drawing people to him as he consumes their souls.
I am drifting too, with every beat. Ghosts of the past swirl around my head as the tune fills the room. They echo like a thousand memories bouncing from every word of my favorite song.
Oh, nostalgia! It’s strangling me, but I like it.

I notice that when his soul gets possessed by the melody, he can be whoever he wants to be, he can say whatever he wants to say. And nobody, I mean, nobody can judge him.

© Pancake Bunnykins

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I’m not happy anymore!
Those were the words that I feared the most
to come out of your mouth

But you said it
in a cold bitter tone that made my
heart numb for a while.

How come you didn’t tell me earlier?
I could have stopped myself from falling so hard.
How come I didn’t notice that
you were acting up so cold lately?

Tears won’t fall, I was numb, remember?
but my world was shattered.
I thought I got lost in a dream.
Oh! How I wish it was a dream!
But my dreams too were blown away.

If letting go
will make you happy,
If being away from you
will make you happy,
then I will tear my own heart to pieces
so you can look for your happy ending
without me.
©Pancake Bunnykins

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Love A Girl Who Writes

Have you  ever wonder how it feels to be in love with a girl who writes?

You might see her at the corner of a coffee shop with a laptop on the table and a pair of glasses covering her face, or she could be in a park, feeling the afternoon breeze as she jots down her thoughts on a notebook.

You might catch her smiling on her own as she types on those keyboards or scribbles on her pad, but the fact is, she is drifting on a world of fantasy where her imaginations and creativity meet.

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The Perfect Night


Tonight’s gonna be perfect.

The man that I had secretly been admiring for months a.k.a. Mr. Brown Eyes was at the same party as me.

I caught him staring at me a few times, so I acted graceful, refined, well, not considering the amount of alcohol I had consumed since I was here.

I saw him walking towards me, eyes twinkling as he smiles.

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